Forgetting the World [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Tweleve

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I'm so sorry for the long wait! this next chapter's kind of short. I hope you enjoy it though.

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Chapter Twelve

[Chester]

Groaning, I rolled over in my bed. Stupid sun in my eyes. I had an awful hangover from the night before.

Opening my eyes, I saw the picture of me and my sister. It was taken years ago, when I was thirteen and she was seventeen, two years after my mom died. My sister was beautiful: Blonde hair and blue eyes, tall, graceful. God, I missed her.

I got out of my bed and started walking to my kitchen for aspirin.  As I passed through the living room of my apartment, I realized that I had left the t.v. on last night. It was muted and the news was on. I unmated it just as a new report started.

“A search is on for the man responsible for the assault and attempted rape of a seventeen year old boy.” The newscaster said. My picture came up on the screen. “This is a sketch of the suspect, who is said to have brown hair and blue eyes. He is white and is in his mid twenties. If you know anything, please contact…”

A sudden surge of memories came back from the past night.

I had gotten drunk and been talking with Joey. When he had told me he was gay, I flipped out and attacked him.

I fell to the floor and curled into a ball. How could I have done that?

                                                            -x-

It was now Tuesday, and I finally tracked down the hospital Joey was in. I walked up to the greeting station, and looked at the man there.

“I’m looking for Joey Finnegan.” I said, remembering his name.

“Here’s a bracelet with his room number.” The man said, bored. I held out my wrist and he put the bracelet on me.

He was in room three hundred and four, so I rode the elevator up to the third floor. I began my search for his room, and it didn’t take long. I knocked as I walked in.

I recognized Joey right away, but I didn’t know the brown haired boy next to him. When Joey saw me, he froze, and grabbed the other boy’s hand tightly. That must have been Tom. Tom looked at me, obviously confused, and then back to Joey.

“Joey, who’s this?” He asked.

“C-Chester.” Joey said.

“You son of a bitch!” Tom yelled. “How dare you do this to my boyfriend?”

“Here me out!” I yelled.

“Tom, let him talk.” Joey said. “Then you may kick his ass.”

“Fine.” Tom glared.

I sighed. I had no idea what to say, but I’d have to explain it somehow. Tom glared at me, one hand balled into a fist and the other gently holding onto Joey’s. He was so careful not to hurt him. It was different than normal, for me.

“My sister, her name’s Lena.” I said, blowing air out of my mouth. “She’s a lesbian.”

“Wow. It must really suck to be related to you.” Tom glared.

“You don’t understand. I haven’t the slightest problem with gays or lesbians or anyone. Normally. You see, my dad had a huge problem with them. And he tried to teach me to be that way.” I said.

“So?”

“I’ve beaten most of it, but it seem to come out a lot when I’m drunk. I normally don’t get drunk, but yesterday was Lena’s birthday, and well, I miss her.”

“What happened to her?” Joey asked.

“When I was thirteen, my dad got drunk and came home early. I was just in my room, and Lena had her girlfriend over. All they did was watch movies, but my dad came home and started screaming. Lena’s girlfriend left, and then it got bad.”

“My dad just screamed and screamed. I came out to tell him to leave her alone just as he hit her. He told her to get out, so she grabbed some of her stuff, hugged me, and left. I haven’t seen her since.”

“Lena and I, our mom had died a couple years before. I screamed at my dad for forcing her away, saying nothing was wrong with being gay or a lesbian.” I closed my eyes, trying to force tears back. “He said to me that he needed to show me what it was like for guys to be around gay guys. Then he raped me.”

I heard Joey gasp, so I opened my eyes. “I’m not saying it justifies what I did. I’m going to turn myself into the police after I leave here. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. But most of all, I wanted to tell you that I didn’t do this because you’re gay. I did it because my father taught me how to hate and hurt me. I’ll leave now.”

I nodded at him and Tom, then just walked out.

                                                                        -X-

“And that’s what happened, officer.” I said softly.

“Right.” He nodded. He turned to the mirror. “Book ‘im.”

I was led back into a room. A lady with short blonde hair didn’t even look up at me as she took my hand and finger printed me.

“God, I hate this job.” She complained.

The brunette laughed. “We’ll be back in the normal office tomorrow. But, I hate it too, Lena.”

My eyes went wide. “L-Lena?”

She looked up with bright blue eyes. “Chester?”

“Lean!” I yelled, excitedly.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She said, tears rolling down her face. “Wait, why are you here?”

“I did something I’m not proud of, Lena. Something dad taught me to do.”

“Wait, that case, the boy—”

“Yes. I was drunk. I didn’t want to. Forgive me, Lena.”

She looked at me. “Because he was gay?” She choked out.

“Lena, it was the side I hate to see coming out. I even apologized to him today—”

“How could you?”

“Lena, dad raped me.”

“What?”

“I had been thinking of the day you left all day. That’s why I got drunk. That night, dad raped me. The memories…They tried to relive themselves.”

“But—”

“I have nothing against gays, lesbians, transgendered…None of them.”

“Promise?”

“I swear on my life.”

She hugged me. “I’m just so glad to have you back, that I do forgive you. But I won’t forget this, little brother. And I still have a job to do. You’re going to jail. He’s a minor. And you know you deserve this.”

“I do.” I said.

I don’t deserve to be happy, but I am, now that I have Lena back.